Circumstances

After the third email I decided to succumb and help the Caledonia Ramblers hiking club with their trail building. I told myself it would be a break from moving manure onto the vegetable garden, weeding my gardens and painting my walls interesting colours.

Things started to go awry when the delivery truck with all the lumber was one and a half hours late. We had filled a hole in the road with gravel sand and rocks and eaten lunch before it showed up.

we moved the wood up with slings and backpacks. Then we set to work nailing it all together to make a boardwalk across the mustiest spots or rather the men did. Even though I had my hammer and can nail wood like any pro they wouldn’t let me help. Soon we women got tired of fetching and carrying for them. We went back to the trail head. Unfortunately we had not arranged the rides properly so we couldn’t pile into one of the trucks and go home instead we were forced to sit on the road road and wait.

Despite having a good visit with all my female friends I kept thinking of how my time could have been better spent at home